30.4.04
well... here is an island of a booger. today, I received
a large pair of breasts, via the united states postal service. and
what a service those pair did/do for me!
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
7.3.04
dandy candy. I am an arteest. art is what i poop.
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
19.2.04
so long and sporadic has it been that i have written in this thing.
maybe i dont write much because, this page is viewable only on the computers
of macintosh and 80% of the computer population owns a pc. but really maybe
i feel that this part governs too much of my website. yes. that is it. i never
wanted it to be a livejournal. so therefore, this part will be moved to the bottom
of the list of places to my page. good day.
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
6.2.04
in case you were wondering... these phrases below, type into
the Google search engine, will supply you with a link to somewhere
on my page. fantastic.
our forefathers were kicked out
avez vous bourbon
green apple in front of face
lepage gun
joey lawrence whoa gif
the defiant ones bowlin' green
walk with me my little child, to the forest of denile
cant duct it fuck it
survival of the fittest and we have the fucking gun
solidwolf
chrimas trees
cant remember to forget you
making apple jack
onside red
power of pride flag
megan wurst
how to make apple jack
squeaky cheeks
isle of rhodes
barometer monk
i am a ghost
poisun
goobersafrica
filip olszewski
pillowface
carl fasano
ass ro
lyrics chorus here we go now
my spoon is too big
banana sit
super vixen
superstuff
contreversy
watur
paz lenchantin pictures
great escape comics
pictures of a gun fight
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
5.2.04
dusty boxcar walls is shiftied up
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
7.1.04
merry news mass. and a flogged turkey for
you toasty buns. the fiesta is in the backyard but
the cheese is old and moldy. the grocery stores runs
a special on used appliances in the wheat deparment.
and the canned yams are in the pantry.
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
9.12.03
cold cold cold and snow snow snow. the snow is on
the ground and the cold is in my mouth. it smells and tastes
like i always thought blueberries should. The snow flakes are
ideal in shape and taste and smell. The kind of smell that hurts
your nose. it gets in your nostrils, floats around abit and
burns your nose. Its burns you so much you want to breathe it
in again. Its oh so painfully indulgent.
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
21.11.03
tomorrows I leaves for the whore-hay [georgialand].
In the georgian land I will have a pleasant rest. except that I
wont. unless I do. I do not plan to lose sleep over anything,
but gain pleasure over pancakes and french toast. sleep sounds
so so so delicious rightly now. delikeyos. that is how the greekeys
pronouce things, with strong k's. m aybe i will go take a nap.
because i need it. so tired, want to touch dee highknee. the
highknee is slang for the derriere. in case onee did not know.
my hair has stayed super non greasty for an amazing three days,
prompting me to not sower shower for two weeks. again. I can
count the number of showeresrs I have had on my hands, my limbs,
my limbs, kelly's toes, kellys hands and brigids feet. you may do the
math but I am tired. the beatles ae aiee are good. they make me
feel like ted danson I want to make CIGAR 2... but actually followw
the original plot for the original premonition of cigar. in theatres now.
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
16.11.03
They all knew who he was. If they had never
seen him before, they had at least heard his name upon
every whisper of every story told in every bar along Eastern
and Western shores. They saw the blade in his stomach
and felt less sorry for him than they did for he who placed
the blade there. They knew through the stories that blades
had come and gone through his ghostly body and done
as much harm as a slight breeze attacking a giant oak. For
even though the blade rested in his lower abdomen and most
likely had punctured the stomach and intestines with a slight
chance of grazing the liver, the thing that ran through their
heads was not that "this man is dying" but "in what way have
I wronged him?" and "why would he travel so far as to find me?"
He was indeed feared and he their fear was so strong he could
feed off of it, but he traveled far not to see a single man in this
establishment. His reason for coming here was to return the
three foot eight inch blade that lay in his belly. His reason was
a woman.
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
we can dance if you wanna, we can leave
your friends behind, cause if your friends dont dance
and if they wont dance, then theyre [pause] no friends
of mine. hmmm. what do i want to do when i grow up.
I know what I would like to do, but I dont know how to
come about it really. because to get their requires me
to experiment with many many things and I dont really
have the money to do it. I wonder if I will ever have the
moneys to do anything. not really thinking about much else,
minus shooting bbguns in the backyard at diet caffeine
free pepsi cans and filming an oh so lovely sounding collapsed
storage facitlity that will make one wonder what the neighbors
will say.
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
5.11.03
photographia de filipa
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
4.11.03
here or here, third yellow down.
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
3.11.03
Caleb Leaves.
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
2.11.03
here. here.
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
28.10.03
I drew new things for the site today in
computer animation today.
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
23.10.03
Levi Lumbardi and the Mailroom Manifesto
-a memo-
One day, dear Levi Lumbardi [leh-vee loom-bargh-dee]
was checking his mail in Providence Rhode Island on
December the Seventh, Nineteen Hundred and Seventy
Three. But he would never be able to read the letter
from his mother that arrived that day...
Poor Levi, he was the only remaining student left in town.
from URI, Johnson and Wales, Risd and Brown,
No soul, nor friend was left to be found.
His flight, unfortunately, was later that eve
and check his mail he had to before he could leave.
Trudging and sinking and plowing through slush,
he doggedly walked through the Providence mush.
galantly as ever he unlocked the door,
and entered the sanctity of the mailrooms dear core.
two thousand and one was his mailbox that year,
but was never again to be used due to fear.
He opened the box but his mail fell out the back
with reflexes like cat quickly he tried to save the stack.
Sadly his mail had fallen to the floor,
and his arm it would not come back through the door.
he tugged and he pulled and he pulled and he tugged,
but the mailbox his arm most tightly had hugged.
He screamed and he cried for the box to let go,
but hungry for man flesh the box was "oh NO!"
"O save me some friend whom must owe me some deed,"
but no one owed him a thing and all had gone home to feed.
They ate and they ate in the comfort of home,
while poor little Levi hung there by his bones.
On January fifth Jim Burns walked in to see
that little Levi Lumbardi was rotting like leaves.
And to this very day when the mail does not arrive,
they say "that is Levi, he seems so alive,
thirty years hes been hangin around suffering from strife,
searching for that god damned parcel that took his sweet life."
end
thursday is the haunted mailroom shift where I work all day.
is it too bad that I am genuinely afraid of Levi Lumbardi?
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
21.10.03
Two spheres are going to be used to create dents
in the jelly mesh. It needs to be larger to add some extra mass
into the sweet. groginess has hit me in the face as I realize that
not much sleep has been granted to me over the course of the
past week to today. "sleep" you command me, "sleep?" I say,
"yes, sleep" you say, "no" I say, "yes" you say, "no way" I say,
"please" you plead, "no" comply I do not "for sleep is for the wicked
and type a paper I must and mid term tomorrow due to class,"
"oh" you realize "sleep tomorrow" you bargain, "never" I retort
"yes" "no" "yes" "no, tomorrow I must finish video project x2" "oh,
sleep thursday" "sounds appealing" "have an orange" "no"
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
20.10.03
EARLIER IN THE EVENING....
me: We are watching A Trip to the Moon and Metropolis with a live pianist tonight.
Sam: Good, its better than that dead pianist we used to have. I was getting tired
of listening to his decompositions
---Capt. Charle "Twelve Finger" Bones
Unbeknownst to Some,
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